And there she was.
No.
She wasn't doing anything not nice. Sorry. This isn't that novel.
She still has her face over that yellowish hardback that read,."catcher in the rye"
She just gave me a raised eyebrow.
"I missed you," I tell her, everyone's drunk and a bit touchy feely. I don't know. I just can't.
"I just want you," I plopped myself beside her in my couch "you know there's people dyeing their hairs red? So weird" I say
Of course I knew why.
"Soo.. can I just resume that thing we did by the bonfire?"
.
The whole thing is a bit over my head. Things just don't seem to add up. Words are missing when I'm sure they were not there. I mean, it had always been like that since I was young, but still. It is still confusing. And the whole thing about me came out of a routine senior psychology testing.
Nia tells me I have dyslexia. Whatever the hell that means. Stems off from me being naturally left handed. The only thing I get from it, is that-- my brain is wired the wrong way.
"Who cares anyway," she shrugged. We were walking towards the cafeteria. Our p.e teacher let us off early so I had a few minutes to spare and I could sprint to Nia's Calc class.
"And you probably have Asperger's," she continued, "I can't even visibly see numbers or stats on people I talk to. Treat it as a gift"
Then she stopped, and turned to me,
"I love you regardless, anyway"
She ends it with a small grin. Her bright eyes calmed me down. And I could think straight again.
"I love you more," I whisper. I mean, how could she even love me more than I do? I am no where near her level. She is set to be valedictorian and way on her way to Harvard with a full scholarship. She could easily do a band or singing or cheer scholarship too.
That, and I couldn't even think properly if she was not around everytime I play. I don't know. I should be disgusted with myself.
"Hey," she just kept her eyes on me as we stood face to face. My back plastered to the wall just outside the cafeteria.
"And here I thought your manly self is enough to build another moon"
She placed both hands to either side of my cheeks, and spoke again,
"Me and you. I'm here. Always"
I guess she really does love me
"Yeah?"
Well. She rolled her eyes,
"Yeah," she quipped, then smirked, "who cares what the world thinks. You're my idiot. I'll go karate anyone's ass if they call you names"
